Picture Perfect..

You know, getting lost isn't as bad as most think. Actually....in this case...it was perfect.

Imagine Snow White. Up Cedar Mountain...without black hair, flowy dress and seven trailing dwarfs. And just replace the singing birds with little frogs....and there you will have the place. A stream...small cabin....sheep and deer in the distance...little frogs hopping everywhere.. It was like something stamped out of a book.

 So naturally, I had to catch a few. And just in case you were wondering....climbing a fence while holding a wiggling frog is much more difficult then one would imagine....

This little guy enjoyed his picture being taken much more then the other little frog. At one point...there was a fish....but believe it or not....fish are even harder to hold one handed and take a picture simultaneously.  

At places like this...there isn't much room for worry. It took an afternoon spent with slimy little frogs and splashing in the stream to remind me what really matters....and you know what? It was perfect. 

To top it off....I came home to a room mate who let me warm up my water frozen feet under her while sitting on the couch. (In case you needed to check....you know someone cares if they let you stick your half frostbitten feet on them....ok...frostbite may have been an exaggeration...)

If you're a little amused envisioning my story...that's great.. Or possibly..if you were worried...no frogs were harmed in the taking of these pictures. They were all safely returned to their little frog families. Most of all, I was thankful. Thankful for a day of perfect little moments....even if they were moments of simple happiness, comfort, and slight silliness.